[Intro]
Ohh... It's music to my ears.. Oh man, How can i describe the way i feel..
It's [bad word]  great man... Ok, let me see... How can I begin...

[Verse 1]
Locked in Mariah's wine cellar, all I had for lunch
Was bread, wine, more bread, wine, and captain [bad word] Red wine for breakfast and for [bad word] And to soak it up an inbetween snack crackers to munch
Mariah, whatever happen to us, why did we have to break up
All i asked for was a glass of punch
You see i never really asked for much
I can't imagine whats, going through your mind after such
nasty break up with that latin hunk
Luis Miguel, Nick Cannon better back the [bad word] up
I'm not playin', I want her back you punk
This is hello kitty bedspread satin funk
Mixed with egyptian with a little rap and punk
Zap and Eric Clapton shaft brings abba [bad word] And yeah baby, I want another crack at ya
You can beat me with any spatula that you want
I mean I really want ya bad, you [bad word] Nick you had your fun [bad word] to kick you in your sack of junk
Man I could use a fresh batch of blood
So prepare your vanacular for dracula acupuncture
 [bad word] 
Bagpipes from Baghdad
When will it ever cease for pete's sake he's crazy to say the least
Bagpipes from Baghdad
What's going through my mind half the time when I rhyme, I'm blowing on my
Bagpipes from Baghdad
Somebody turn the vacancy sign on cause I'm gone blowing on my
Bagpipes from Baghdad [bad word] the streets and act like a madman holding a gladbag

[Verse 2]
You can be a permanent fixture in my lyrical mixture
I'm the miracle whip and trickster, my signature sound
When the tube of lipsticks around
I'm bound to put it on in an instant, wow, man
What an ensemble, what an assortment of pharma-
cutecals, this beautiful pill dust in my palm-a
cuticle's get residue just from touching the bottle
Never knew I could remind me so much of my mama
I cut you like Dahmer, pull a butchers knife on ya
The size of a sword boy, I'm like the [bad word]  Red Sonja
Get it stuck in your cornea, nice knowin' ya Norman
You're so [bad word]  annoyin', Drop the shovel boy
You don't know what the [bad word] you're doin'
I ain't playin' no [bad word]  more
Nick Cannon you prick, I wish you luck with the [bad word]  [bad word] Every minute there's a sucka born
Snuck up on Malakai and made the [bad word] suck on a shucka corn
Shucka, Shucka corn, shucka corn, hit Jason in the face with a hockey puck
And told him it's [bad word]  on, now what the [bad word] are ya doin' [bad word]  over the snow blower with the lawn mower
Blowing your Bagpipes From Baghdad
 [bad word] 
Bagpipes from Baghdad
When will it ever cease for pete's sake he's crazy to say the least
Bagpipes from Baghdad
What's going through my mind half the time when I rhyme, I'm blowing on my
Bagpipes from Baghdad
Somebody turn the vacancy sign on cause I'm gone blowing on my
Bagpipes from Baghdad [bad word] the streets and act like a madman holding a gladbag

[Verse 3]
In the bed with two brain dead [bad word] vegetables
I bet you they [bad word] hetro-ual
Nothing will stop me from molesting you [bad word] [bad word] you 'till your breast nipple flesh tickles my [bad word] Is what they said, to the two conjoined twins
Hows it going girlfriends, you need a boyfriend?
You need some ointment, just set up an appointment
Who's gonna see the doctor first, we'll do a coin flip
I just got my one year sobriety coin chip
When the bad get going, how bad does the going get?
Baby you should have any [bad word] groins with
Eachother, especially when you're joined at the hip
I'm going to get a needle and thread from the sowing kit
And attempt to seperate 'em, and stitch them back at the loins, [bad word] knew the little boy with the choclate chip